I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night

Chapter 4 Hard Earned Serenity

Chapter 4 Hard Earned Serenity

My excited pussy secreted more fluids, allowing his large, purplish-red hardness to push through every soft part of me effortlessly. He pushed forcefully, the friction stimulating my clitoris until he was deep inside.

We both moaned with pleasure, and Antonio paused, panting.

As he breathed heavily, my body shook more violently, the feeling of fullness making my vagina perceive a threat. It contracted involuntarily, trying to expel the object Antonio had pushed inside.

But the more my vagina contracted, the more his penis swelled inside me, making me feel it might be exploding.

"Antonio..." I gasped, a cold sweat breaking out. "You need to pull out, you..."

Antonio's Adam's apple bobbed, his body burning as if his blood were boiling. He lifted one of my legs to his waist, "You can take it, Sienna."

With that, he thrust his hips sharply, penetrating that tenderest part of me completely.

The deep thrust made my whole body shudder, my torso arching sharply as I let out a coarse breath and a strange moan from my throat.

It made me feel like I was still a virgin, awkward yet filled with anticipation.

My body swayed with his thrusts, forced to endure his half-maddened barrage, even my moans were intermittent, "Antonio, ah... stop, stop, uh..."

Antonio surged over me, his fierce member driving in and out, the tender space inside making sticky noises every time he thrust. I flailed my limbs, trying to struggle, but no matter how I tried to escape, I couldn't evade Antonio's controlling hands.

"You're amazing, Sienna. You are amazing," Antonio groaned in satisfaction, his member still buried deep inside me, forcefully hitting every sensitive spot I could ever imagine, forcing out fervent cries from me.

Antonio's body was not perfect; I meant, it bore many scars, old and new, across his chest and arms, complementing the explosive strength of his muscular build, and exuding a raw, dominating power.

Unable to resist any longer, I caressed his wildness, wrapping my arms around his neck and reaching to his back, facilitating an even more fierce impact.

After several hundred intense thrusts, a heat built up in my lower abdomen, the acidic swelling inside reaching a peak until his swollen member finally filled my womb completely, and what followed were spurts of pungent semen, fiercely and continuously flooding my womb…

This was the most perfect sex I had ever experienced, and I fell in love with the sensation.

"Ah!" My eyes widened as I stared at the ceiling, finally passing out amidst the familiar ring of my cell phone.

Finally it was the alarm that woke me up.

I sprang out of bed, the soreness in my body and the persistent fullness in my pussy reminding me of the wild lovemaking from the night before, causing my face to pale and then flush. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Had I really slept with a stranger I met at a bar? It was insane! The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and through the frosted glass door, I could vaguely see Antonio's body, perfect

like a Greek sculpture. His healthy skin tone, muscular bulges, and perfect abs... His scars did not mar his beauty but added a fearsome masculinity. Any woman would blush and palpitate at his fierceness and power. He was truly magnificent, Antonio.

But I still remembered the gunfire from last night, and my intuition told me he was a very dangerous man. I needed to leave quickly. Weakly, I climbed out of the disheveled bed. My body was clean, but I couldn't find my skirt. Luckily, my handbag was still there, so I still had enough cash to cover Antonio's fee, and I could pay for a set of clothes from the hotel wardrobe with the remainder.

I hurriedly dressed and left before the shower turned off. As I exited the hotel, the curious and puzzled looks from the hotel staff and passersby made me realize how inappropriate the men's shirt and trousers were on me. They were too large, even though I rolled up the sleeves and pant legs. The hangover was still there; I needed a coffee. I wanted to go home, take a shower, change into something comfortable and dry, and then get a good sleep.

Antonio had taken me to a fancy hotel, but the cash I left should cover the cost of last night. I hailed a taxi. What a crazy night! My mind was a mess, but I remembered how I had rushed back from the college photography exhibition, planning to surprise Nico, only to receive a bigger surprise from him and Livia.

Then there was last night, my cheeks still flushed from the intense encounter, Antonio's muscular nakedness, his abs, and more...

I felt myself getting wet again.

Stop! Stop thinking about it, Sienna! It was just a one-night stand with a hooker, just a one-night stand! A new day had started, it was time to ditch the jerks, forget Antonio, and start anew.

Rihanna's song played in the taxi, pulling my thoughts back as I felt my phone vibrate. I took it out, puzzled by the same unfamiliar number that had called last night. "Hello?"

"Is this Sienna?" A strange yet familiar voice echoed in my ear, making my body stiffen and interrupting my thoughts about my graduation project, "Mom?"

"Yes, it's me, it's your mom." Her voice was still gentle, but there was a hint of tentativeness and appeasement, "Come to Philadelphia, Sienna. Val is getting married, and she would love to have your blessing."

Val, Valentina Davis, my younger sister, lived in Philadelphia with our mother after their divorce. She was getting married? How old was she now? Before tears could well up, I was shocked by the news of Valentina's wedding. I couldn't believe it. Valentina was younger than me-she was not even twenty this year-and she was getting married? What about her studies?

"Mom, this is so sudden," I frowned, glancing out the car window at the grey rooftops of the suburban homes, "Who is she marrying?"

"An heir from the Luciano family..." Mom's tone was light and happy.

She seemed very pleased with Valentina's fiancé, but... "an heir from the Luciano family" sounded just like some rich man's son. Our family was quite ordinary, would Valentina really be happy marrying into that family? Was it truly her choice? "Did she finish college?" I voiced my biggest concern, "I mean, she's young, and I think education is as important as marriage."